Measha's Writings

Virtue Learned...Continued

2010-02-27T20:07:00.000-08:00

Months ago I wrote a little flash fiction for flash fiction friday. (Is that still going one btw, if not we should resurrect it...) I'm working on the continuation of the little blurb and this what I have so far. First here is the original entry:

A Virtue Learned
By: Measha Stone

"Will you use the flogger?" She questioned.

"Patience," he smiled teasingly across the table.

"Just tell me," she pouted. He dropped his smile and his fork.

"Patience," his frown should have stopped her.

"Just tell me," she repeated.

"Very well," his voice hard.

She was nearly dragged to her room. He led her to the corner and stripped off her clothing. He retrieved the collar hanging on the wall and snapped it into place. The heavy chain cascaded down her back, resting between her buttocks. "Pateince," he instructed and left her in darkness.

And now the continuation......
A cool breeze whisked through the room, once again sending a tingle down her naked back and nudging her nipples into full erection. She growled to herself in frustration, aggravated at herself for not heeding the warning in his eyes during dinner along with annoyance at him for taking so long to retrieve her from where he chained her.

The heavy chain was beginning to weigh on her neck, and her hands were beginning to tingle from being cuffed behind her back, leaving her unable to warm her achingly chilled breasts. She nearly shouted when yet another gust of wind made its way through the cracked window, instead she hopped from one foot to another trying to warm her body.

She looked longingly at the bed that was a mere five feet away from her. The king sized pallet taunted her with it’s overstuffed down comforter, the over sized pillows propped lovingly against the hand carved head board, and her very own robe was laying across the bottom of the bed. “Agh!” she grunted and stomped her bare foot to the hard wooden floor beneath her.

“You are a stubborn little pet, aren’t you?” she heard his husky voice from the doorway. She hadn’t heard the door creak open signaling his return to the room. She quickly straightened her stance and peered at him through the loose strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face.

“I’m very cold,” she spoke softly as he approached her. She knew that he could keep her chained to the wall all night if it was his inclination and she knew that if she did not show some humility he would likely do just that.

“I can see that,” he smirked as he reached her and brushed his knuckles against her hardened nipples, the sharp intake of breath told him that she was far from being numb from the cold.

“I’m sorry that I did not listen to you at dinner,” she shifted her weight to her right foot and tried to shake the hair from her eyes. Noticing her plight, he used his forefinger to trace her forehead, neatly capturing the disobedient strands and tucking them nicely behind her ear for her. His finger then traced her ear lobe before he let his hand wander down her neck, along her collar bone until he reached the front of her chest. He looked her in the eyes then, keeping her gaze trapped within his own as he lightly ran is finger down her chest and he took her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. She shut her eyes at first but he only intensified his grip until she reopened them and found his gaze once more.

“Dinner was delicious,” he smiled devilishly. She should have known that he would return to the kitchen to finish eating while she was left in the darkened room freezing half to death. “Would you like me to unchain you?” he asked as he took began to roll her nipple between his fingers.

“Yes, Please, Sir,” she nodded.

“Please? Hmm… Perhaps I should chain you up more often,” he joked and released her from his grasp, again she sucked in her breath at the burning sensation that replaced the pressure of his fingers. He took two steps around her and pulled a key from the pocket of his jeans. A quick turn of the key and she felt the weight of the metal collar being lifted from her neck and she sighed with relief. She wiggled her fingers, a signal that she wanted the cuffs to be opened as well. “Those stay,” he answered her by tugging on the cuffs to ensure they were tight enough. She was disappointed but she did not show it outwardly toward him. “Good Girl,” he cooed in her ear from behind her. He knew she was very accustomed to getting what she wanted when she wanted and it was becoming increasingly hard for her to accept the changes he was invoking in her.

He led her by her arm to the bed, twirled around her and plunked himself on the bed, keeping her in front of him. He looked up at her gentle features and wanted to smile at the pout she was doing her very best to hide from him. He instead pulled her down swiftly over the side of the bed so that her bottom was exposed to him and her feet were barely touching the floor. She grunted as her face landed on the soft comforter, if nothing else she was glad to have her breasts warm………….

I'm not done, there will be more.....but I have neglected this blog for so long I wanted to get something out there...I need to write more on paper then in my head...I have too many stories stuck up there! :-)

The Carry On..... FFF# 15

2009-12-04T00:01:00.000-08:00

Sunlight streamed into the dank hotel room. The sleeping visitor was nestled cozily where her Master had packed her; her long silky legs nuzzled against her naked breasts and her hands were tucked neatly under her chin as she slept.

The meeting would be short, he had promised her. He would be returning to unpack his bag any moment. The far off sound of a vacuum running roused the sleeping woman gently. A quick glance around the room told her he had not returned. How she longed to stretch her legs, and wrap them around him….

Flash Fiction #14

2009-11-26T00:01:00.000-08:00

It was no small thing, his buying her a piano. He was giving her a chance at fulfilling a dream since childhood. Practice times were scheduled, lessons were paid for, and she made her promises to him with sweetness shining in her eyes.

After months of lessons, he put aside an evening to be dazzled by her talent. She sat at the piano, her hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck, at his request. She wore the black skirt and white cotton blouse he had left for her to dress in for her concert. The music sheet stood erect on the stand, the keys freshly cleaned for her performance. After a deep breath she began to play, and his hopeful smile waned. A few more bars were played and he was near scowling. The song finished but she did not turn to see his reaction, she didn’t have to. She knew.

“You haven’t been taking your lessons.” He stood from his chair in the corner. She nodded in confession, tears welled in her eyes at the disappointment apparent in his voice. “What do you think you should do now?” His voice was deeper and firm when he spoke.

She stood and slipped out of her clothing until she was wearing only her under garments. She knelt on the bench and pulled her hair free from the bun. He stood from his chair in the corner and watched her as she wiped a tear from her cheek. She had been hiding the secret from him and it was tearing at her. She was ready to be rid of the guilt to be free from her deceit.

He took a deep breath and reached for his belt.

Please let me know when you get your contribution up and I'll keep this updated with a list! Happy FFF and hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

These are the one's I know of so far:
Organ Recital 2 by MarQe

Luna Mauvaise

88 Keys, 200 Words by Devlinoneil

Mad Men written by: Diable Incarne

The Piano Man written by Nilla

Black and Blue Friday by Lurvspanking

A Lesson in Appreciation by Aeon's Angel

Flash Fiction #14 Challenge

2009-11-23T00:01:00.000-08:00

I volunteered to host this weeks FFF while Spanky is taking a short break. Thank you to Sephanie who hosted last week!

This weeks challenge is to write a Flash Fiction of 200 words that have been inspired by the above picture. Of course, as always, rule breaking is permitted since only you will know!

Once you have posted your contribution please let me know so that I can try and keep a running list here.

FFF #11 For the Taking

2009-11-06T00:01:00.000-08:00

For the Taking
By: Measha Stone

Blindfold in place, Cassie listened intently to pinpoint his location. Her collar felt heavy around her neck. The leather restraints of the table imprisoned her hands perfectly as well as her feet; keeping her open for him.

Un-expectantly, she felt his warm breath over her wetness, and she sucked in her breath. She stiffened against the restraints as a single fingertip traced her flesh.

“You hate to love this,” he whispered against her sex. The restraints held fast to her as she bucked against them when his tongue gently brushed her hungry clit. “And, I love that you hate it,”

Thanks to Spanky for orchestrating these FFF inspirations and doing all the leg work of keeping a list of who has submitted for the week. Should you wish to join in the fun and play along with us all please see Spanky's site for the details on how and what. It's great fun and I'm having a blast with it. I hope you all are enjoying my little blurbs.

Random Moment

2009-11-02T17:52:00.000-08:00

Random Moment
By: Measha Stone

She felt vulnerable being completely naked beneath him. He caressed her cheek as he nuzzled her neck. He pinched her left nipple as he nibbled the right . Continuing on his path, he placed a hand on her belly as he settled himself between her thighs. She looked down the length of her body at his grinning face, and her eyes rolled back with anticipation.

She could feel his large, strong hands slip beneath her bottom. Using her hands, she covered her eyes to shield herself from the view of what he was doing to her. Her hips rose off the bed as he lifted her wetness to his lips. She felt the hot air of his breath as he blew onto her and she squirmed slightly from it. With no warning he dove his head into her groin, nibbling her inner thigh. She squealed at the sensation. He was quick in his movements as he moved his attention to the other thigh.

Just as she was about to pull away from him, to gather herself a bit, he lifted off of her and again blew softly onto her. A pleading moan escaped her lips as she again covered her eyes. A quick flick of his tongue against her clit and she groaned louder arching upward to him slightly. He chuckled.

He did not make her wait long, pulling her to his mouth once more. He began licking at her, sucking on her, and pleasuring her all the while. Her squirms and her sighs of ecstasy only fueled his hunger for her all the more. His nails bit into her flesh and she shrieked from the shock of it. He grew harder with her sounds of discomfort and he dug into her again.

So many sensations at one time, she knew not which to feel first. The pain in her bottom or the wonderful pleasure his mouth was giving her. When she thought she could bare no more of his grip he released her to lick at her gently with his hot tongue. On the brink of orgasm she tossed her head to the side and tightened her thighs. Knowing her enough to know when she was near finding her release, he again dug his fingers into her voluptuous bottom and reeled at the yelp she rewarded him with.

He did not release her this time, he dove his tongue into her and began to assault her lips with his teeth. She tried half heartedly to get away from him but found herself arching up towards him all the more. The heat was building and she screamed without regret as the waves of her release crashed over her. She bolted upwards with the intensity of it, the pain in her bottom only increasing the pleasure of her clit as he continued to lick at her.

He gave her no time for rest as she laid back to regain her breath he was quick to cover her and drive himself into her hard. She was surprised to find how much she had wanted him inside her. She pulled her legs up and spread herself further for him as he continued to drive into her hard over and over again. She felt so full, so used as he found his own pleasure and collapsed onto her.

His scent lingered long after he had cleaned himself and walked away from the room. She wanted to wait for his return, to give him words of love and praise, but she slipped into her dream world before he ever made it back to the bed.

FFF #10 Ever After

2009-10-30T00:01:00.000-07:00

Ever After
By: Measha Stone

Her lover left a note of flowery endearments, his promises of forever and of a promised ecstasy that only they understood. His instructions had been simple, and she had followed them perfectly, obediently. Her lover never returned home, a freak accident she was told. Her heart was broken and stopped beating shortly after.

Each Hallows Eve she can still be heard up in the tower room readying herself for him. Following his instructions: “Strip nude, leave your hair down, do not leave the tower room.- I will be home by dark.”

FFF # 8

2009-10-23T12:39:00.001-07:00

The Simple Things
By: Measha Stone

He took great pleasure in watching her undress for him on their bed. In particular, he loved to witness her panties make their way over her ankles and slip off her feet. She merely slithered out of her clothing, her feet never touching the ground. Once her lacey underwear had been carelessly tossed from the bed, she rolled onto her stomach and beckoned him with her grin: an invitation of sorts.

He stood beside the bed admiring the smooth texture of her glowing white skin. A devilish smile flashed as his fingers reached the buckle of his belt. She shivered.

Flash Fiction Friday #8

2009-10-16T11:43:00.000-07:00

A Virtue Learned
By: Measha Stone

"Will you use the flogger?" She questioned.

"Pateince," he smiled teasingly across the table.

"Just tell me," she pouted. He dropped his smile and his fork.

"Patience," his frown should have stopped her.

"Just tell me," she repeated.

"Very well," his voice hard.

She was nearly dragged to her room. He led her to the corner and stripped off her clothing. He retrieved the collar hanging on the wall and snapped it into place. The heavy chain cascaded down her back, resting between her buttocks. "Pateince," he instructed and left her in darkness.

Flash Fiction Friday #7

2009-10-09T11:32:00.001-07:00

Vintage Memory
by: Measha Stone

Sharon was holding a photograph: a woman sitting provocatively with her hands bound above her head. She was dressed in a black corset, pushing her naked breasts upward towards the photographer.

“I bet he used that crop on her nipples,” her lover reached around her and gave her nipples a slight pinch. “I bet she loved it. Look at the wanting in her eyes; she’s begging him to use it on her,” he cupped her breasts. “See how her hands are bound, that is how I’d like to prop you on our kitchen table,” he nuzzled her ear, biting her lightly. He paused when she gave no reaction. “What’s wrong?” he questioned; she continued to stare at the aged photograph.

“It’s my mother,” she whispered and a tear slipped down her cheek.

I'll be honest..I'm not happy with this entry but I could not get this scenario out of my head last night so I decided to put it up anyway. At least it's out of my head now.

Flash Fiction Friday

2009-10-02T06:00:00.000-07:00

Here is my submission for Flash Fiction Friday #6. If you'd like to participate, and you should, just go on over to Spanky's site and find out the details.

Freedom Chain

The instructor didn't allow Ryanna to finish her dance. He halted her performance abruptly.

“Your strides are too great! Your feet should be closer together so as not to look clumsy. Ballerina's should be graceful, like a leaf falling gently down from a tree in the fall.” he chastised the young lady.

Ryanna remained still while he, a much sought after dance instructor, walked around her deep in thought. She felt naked when he peered at her in such a way.

“I have it!” he declared and disappeared into the storage closet. He returned holding a pair of leather anklets. She stood in awe as he locked each strap. Once the chain was locked, linking her ankles together, he stood and smiled. “There! Now again!” he clapped his hands and the music began to play.

The leather restraints were tight around her ankles, almost painfully so. She looked to her instructor with new eyes.

Also, A good friend of mine, Katia, has started her own writing blog. Her work is excellent and she posted her first post today. Go over there and pay her a visit. I hope to see more from her!
Katia's Writings

Flash Fiction Friday

2009-09-25T04:56:00.000-07:00

Failed Inspection
© Measha Stone 2009

Last week had not gone well. Wearing only her black garter; down on all fours, her ass was presented. He knelt behind her opening her with his fingers and traced her wetness.

“Over,” his voice crisp. She rolled onto her back. “Open,” he demanded impatient with her sudden timidity. She blushed as he spread her legs further. Disappointment washed over his expression.

“Get a razor, the cream, and the flogger,” order given. She obeyed. It had been humbling; his shaving of her. She’d been naughty by not properly preparing his property.

Today, she stood with the flogger awaiting his inspection.

2009-09-22T11:33:00.000-07:00

Bedtime Brushing
Written By: Measha Stone
© 2009

“You could have come out of the gaming room at least once to dance with me,” Catherine’s voice carried through the massive bedchamber as she glided behind her changing screen. Molly, her maid, followed her behind the silken screen to help see to her Lady’s comfort.

“I was doing business, Catherine,” Stephen answered once again to her complaint of his in attentiveness. He waved his own man away and decided to undress himself for the evening. He pulled free the cravat from around his neck and went about unbuttoning his jacket.

“Business! I was bored!” she called out at him. “That old man from the colonies would not cease in his attempts to gain a presence with you. I had to listen to his drivel for ages whilst you were off playing cards with your friends!” Molly appeared from behind the screen and past by him to ready her lady’s dressing table. His wife then appeared in her white chemise still carrying a scowl on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

“That old man, as you insist on calling him, can and will make us a great deal of money in the colonies. You best be courteous to him. Call on his wife, invite her for tea,” he dictated from behind her. She sat perched upon her cushioned bench looking at herself in the mirror. She pointed to her hair and Molly began the lengthy task of removing the firmly placed pins.

“I will do no such thing,” she answered him, glaring at him through the mirror. “If you have not a moment for me, I surely have no time for you or your American cohorts,” she turned her gaze away from him and so did not catch the darkness wash over his expression. Molly, however, watched her employer’s soft brown eyes transition to nearly black, his left eyebrow raise up, and what had been a slight smile had changed abruptly into an angry pucker.

Stephen moved to stand in front of his wife, leaning against her changing table and glaring down at her, willing her to look up at him. “You will do such a thing. You invite over women of greater distaste then an American, you will call on her tomorrow,” he directed her.

“I repeat. When you have time for me, I will give you the benefit of my hospitality,” she argued, keeping her gaze on the mirror. Stephen nodded to Molly in dismissal, she curtseyed quickly nearly tripping on her skirts during her exit. Catherine sighed heavily at the sight of her maid fleeing the room and began to pluck the pins from her hair herself, making no secret of her annoyance at the task.

Stephen lightly fingered the sterling handle of the hairbrush laying on the table as he continued to speak with his wife. “Catherine, I understand that you were left to your own devices this evening and that you found such an act on my part to be undesirable. However, it was unavoidable,”

“Unavoidable!?” she interrupted him with another tirade. “I was humiliated when Lady Pennington asked where you had run off to for the third time! Even the most uncaring husband will appear to take one dance with his wife!” she lectured him, his eyes narrowed even further with each raise in her voice.

His fingers wrapped tightly around the elongated handle of the brush as he made another attempt to speak to his wife in a calm manner. “You will not raise your voice to me. You will cease in your child’s tantrum and you will see reason.”

“Bah!” she tossed the last pin onto the table, ran her fingers through her long blonde curls and pushed herself away from the table. Her back being turned to him was the final straw. Stephen picked up the brush and walked purposefully towards her.

“Very well then.” he gritted his teeth. “Attention is what you ask for, very well, you shall have it, My Lady,” Stephen reached her side within two strides and gripped her upper arm. Her shriek of surprise did not delay him in the least. He dragged her to the arm chair beside her dressing screen and sunk into hit, pulling her face down over his lap.

Catherine landed heavily over his knee, her hair cascading in front of her blocking her view of anything other then the carpeted floor before her. She realized quickly enough his intentions and she began to squirm and buck against him. He easily wrapped his left arm around her waist and held her perfectly in place.

Having nothing more to say to his wife he raised the brush and brought it down on her upturned bottom rapidly, the thud from the brush echoing off of the walls. She screamed out with each stroke of the brush, but he would not be deterred. He held onto her tightly as he continued his assault on her thinly clothed backside.

“You wanted my undivided attention,” He reminded her as he gave her a brief reprieve so that he could pull up her chemise. He slid the thin material over her smooth buttocks and bunched it at her waist. He looked down at his wife’s bottom and felt a surge of yearning for her.

Her bottom was his favorite part of her body, so smooth, round, and plush. He loved to spend his evenings admiring her bottom, stroking her rounded cheeks, and finding her warmth, however, this evening it was quite a different warmth he was looking to achieve.

The blushing bottom before him was wiggling a bit from the harsh spanking he had already delivered and was tense in anticipation of what was to come next. Her hands were pushing at him, trying to release herself from his grip, but she was no match for his strength.

“Let me be!” she called over her shoulder at him and she struck at his leg with her balled up fists.

“Strike me as you wish, you are getting everything you have coming and if you continue this you will earn more!” he informed her and brought down the brush onto her bared bottom harshly again and again. She yelped, wiggled, screamed, begged and demanded with each new sting of the brush.

He continued to rein down the spanks to her lovely derriere evenly, not sparing a spot. He focused more on her upper thighs the longer her tirade continued. He slowed in his pace only when he felt the weight of her balance out over his knee.

She was no longer squirming and hitting at him. Her screams and demands turned into soft whimpers of acceptance.

“You will call on Mr. Darlington’s wife tomorrow and you will apologize for not doing it sooner,” he enunciated his demand with a sharp slap of the brush to her right thigh.

“I will,” she promised with a slight nod of her head and a sniffle. He rested the brush on her well heated bottom and rubbed her back gently.

“You will never speak to me again in such a tone, with such disrespect,” he stated and used his bare hand to pepper her bottom again with spanks. When he was sure that she would be feeling her swollen backside for at least the next day he helped her to stand before him. He stopped her from sliding the chemise down over her bottom. “Keep it up over your backside. You’ve been properly punished and I wish to see my work. Take yourself to the corner whilst I change,” he ordered and with a small nod she was off to do his bidding.

He kept his eye on her as she stood in the corner, her delicate hands holding her chemise over her bright red bottom. He quickly finished undressing and walked over to where she was standing.

“I love you, my dear,” he whispered into her ear as he stood behind her, feeling the heat of her bottom pressed against his desire. “If I did not, I simply would move you to your own chamber and be done with you and your temper,” he explained as he gathered all of hair and draped it over her shoulder, giving him access to her neck. He nuzzled her gently and she moaned in response to the dance of his lips over her skin.

“I am sorry I acted such a brat,” she apologized to him as he continued to run his hands over her body. He stopped when he reached the bunched up chemise and pulled her hands from it. He used his own to pull it up over her head and tossed it aside.

“You really should learn to take cues. Molly knew well before you, what was in store for you,” he turned her around by her shoulders and tucked his finger beneath her chin, a blush had taken over her cheeks.

“Molly knows?” she asked having just realized he was right.

“Yes, as well as every servant on this floor, your cries were so loud,” he captured her lips with his and pushed her against the wall, nearly crushing her with his passion.

“They know?” she questioned as he released her and took her hand to lead her to their bed.

“That you have been thoroughly thrashed? Yes,” his eyes held merriment as he sat her on the bed and she winced at the discomfort. “But what is about to transpire next will be what is on their tongues for the rest of the week,” he promised as he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed in beside her….

Flash Fiction Friday #4

2009-09-18T05:00:00.000-07:00

Erica’s packing was interrupted by a delivery. The white box sat upon her kitchen table taunting her as she finished packing her overnight bag.

On the note: “Do not open until you get to lodge. Put on what is inside and nothing more.”

Once inside their private chamber she unwrapped the gift. She disrobed and slipped into the frilly maids outfit. She found the shoes to be a bit difficult for walking, but knew that she would be doing very little whilst on her feet. She laid on the bed to await him and her mind wandered to the possibilities.

Flash Fiction Friday... #3

2009-09-10T18:29:00.000-07:00

Susan sat in her car watching the construction crew. One nearly naked, sweaty, very attractive man caught her eye.

She closed her eyes as she slid her hand lower, feeling him caress her wetness. She moaned, picturing him stroke her wanting breasts. She arched towards the growing urgency and gave into it, pushing back into her seat, while trying to be silent. The intense waves slowly subsided and she opened her eyes.

He was staring at her with a knowing grin. She wanted to drive away, but his eyes demanded she stay and she waited breathing heavily as he approached.

Flash Friday #2

2009-09-04T17:46:00.000-07:00

Ropes bind me, mist from the waterfall splash me as I stand against the rocks. He is quiet, admiring, and inspecting. He reaches out, pinches a nipple and moves lower. He is now pressing against me, I can smell him. He rubs his cheek against my breast, he hasn’t shaved. He imprisons my nipple with his mouth. I moan as his assault on my clit continues. He rubs harder. I groan louder. His hair rubbing my chin as he licks my nipples. I can take no more. “Go!” I hear and I scream my release.

Flash Fiction Friday

2009-08-28T19:35:00.000-07:00

Here is my submission for Flash Fiction Friday. If you'd like the details of this challenge and/or would like to participate visit Spanky's blog here. This was challenging and fun to do definitely a good mind exercise... Here's my final draft I hope you enjoy!

He gave no indication that the evening would hold anything pleasant for her. She had dressed accordingly for their HNT meeting. Black lace as was his preference, yet there was something disapproving in his eyes. Once in their usual room she climbed onto the bed and tried to think of reasons for his displeasure. The answer came to her suddenly and she felt her heart sink, her mood plummet.

....side note...still working on part two of "Choices" should be up soon!

2009-07-28T19:20:00.000-07:00

"Pick," a harsh voice was heard in the darkness.

Sara jumped slightly at the tone of her husbands voice. She dropped her necklace onto the nightstand and turned to look at his figure standing in the door way. The light from the hallway was coming in from behind him which made it difficult to make out his features. His tall frame took up the entire length of the doorway and his legs were spread slightly as if he were about to engage in battle.

"Marc," Sara tried to keep her voice soft. She knew the tone he was using, knew that she was in trouble, and she wanted no part of it. "What's wrong?" she questioned as she sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands into her lap.

"Did you really think that your behavior was going to go unnoticed?" he asked in a dangerously low voice. "Did you think that I would some how forget how you talked to me tonight? That the rudeness you showed me in front of all your little feminist friends was going to fly over my little man brain?"

"Marc, I didn't mean to get you upset. I know I wasn't really on my best behavior tonight. It's just, well, those ladies they don't understand marriages like ours." Sara tried to explain her attitude.

They had spent the evening at a dinner party that a co-worker had given to celebrate the firm's five year anniversary. Out of the ten lawyers in the firm seven of them were women, Sara being one of them. The women were strong and no-nonsense when it came to work and to their relationships. She had seen more then one of them chew out their husband on the phone or even in the office and she had also seen them devour any woman who seemed weak in their eyes. She was not about to let them think her weak, least she loose her chance at partner.

"I don't care how those women see our marriage, if they understand it or not. My concern is you. My issue is with us, our marriage, our relationship and your disrespect for it." He didn't move from the doorway, knowing her well enough to know that if she was given the opportunity she'd flee the room in order to get more 'talk' time in.

"Marc, I'm sorry, really, I shouldn't have been so rude to you. I know that, but it's my work-"

"Your job does not entail you to treat your husband with disrespect," he stated pointedly.

"I've already apologized," she remarked with a wave of her hand in the air as if to dismiss the issue.

"I'm aware of that. Do you even understand what you did? Do you understand that the way you treated me tonight made you look like a cold-hearted bitch who could either take her husband or leave him. You could not have been more hurtful or more disrespectful to not only me but to us as a couple," he reached over and flipped the light switch on so that he could see her better. She winced slightly at the brightness of the light.

Her hair was still pulled back in the tight bun at the nape of her neck. The usual feeling of wanting to bury his his face in her neck to smell her scent and to kiss her soft skin was missing. The urge to pull her over his knee and spank the bobbie pins from her hair was beginning to dominate his emotions.

"I hate that firm," he folded his hands over his chest.

"I know you do. We've been over this before, Marc. If I'm going to make partner this is the place to do it then I can move on to a firm where my values fit in a bit more. For now, I'm stuck at this place. How often do you have to see those women, barely ever."

"You don't see it, do you?" he asked softly. "Your attitude has been changing over the past few months. You have been more head strong, more stubborn, and have fought me on more then one issue regarding our marriage. Where once I was sure who was the leader in this home I am not so sure anymore." his voice held a sadness that tore at her heart.

"Marc, don't say that. Of course you are the leader around here," she stood from the bed and padded over to him in her bare feet. She laid a hand on his arm and smiled up at him. "I haven't changed that much,"

"Yes, Sara. You have. My wife wouldn't have treated me that way six months ago. My wife never would have sent me to 'fetch her a drink'" he pointed out and he noticed her flinch at the memory of her words.

"I'm really sorry, babe," she flashed him her most seductive smile and lightly pressed her freshly applied lipstick lips to his arm. He pulled away from her quickly and she nearly fell over in the process.

"That's another thing. You keep trying to use sex against me!" he sidestepped her and walked over to his night stand.

"How is giving you some affection using sex against you?" she demanded with a tone of her own that left no questions about how she was feeling at that moment.

"Affection? What is that? I haven't seen any for weeks, unless you are trying to work your way out of trouble. Well, I'm done," with nothing else to say he jerked open the drawer to his night table and pulled out his arsenal.

She watched as he laid out on the bed the rubber paddle, a short round wooden paddle, a square hair brush, a well worn leather belt, and the small hand held cane he was so fond of. She was about to protest when he put his hand in the air to stop her.

"You have a decision to make. You decide right now. If you want to be this head strong, stubborn feminist-man hating woman that you seem to be turning into you can pack these things up and put them in the closet. I will never impose a punishment on you again and our entire relationship changes. If you decide you want to keep the marriage we have, the one we agreed to from the very beginning then pick which one you think should be implemented and come down to my study and ask for your punishment." Marc stood beside the bed watching his wife.

She was looking frail. She had been working extra long hours at the firm with the hopes of making partner by the end of the year. She took on more cases then she could handle and he knew it. He had long ago agreed to stay out of her career, to do nothing but simply support her in it. So he quietly watched as she brought home boxes of briefs to go over, contracts to write, and closing arguments to prepare. It seemed like the harder she worked the less headway she made. When one petty law suit was over she was handed three more to handle.

"Marc, your not being fair. I love our marriage. I love the way things are, you are totally over re-acting," she accused and placed her fisted hands on her hips.

"You make your decision and let me know," was all he said as he walked passed her and out of the room.....

My own office

2009-07-20T17:52:00.000-07:00

...well...it's not really an office. It's a tiny little desk pushed off to the side on the outside wall of the nonfiction stacks in our new library. It doesn't matter. There are no screaming toddlers running around begging for some sugary treat, no baby crying because he's tired but refuses to sleep. TJ has always been supportive of my writing but he is making the ulitmate sacrifices now.

We've agreed that a few times a week I will go to the library, laptop in hand, and write. It's quiet, it's out of the house where the laundry screams at me and the dishwasher begs for my attention. He will stay with the kids, feed them dinner and get them off to bed. I could not ask for a better husband! Anyway...back to the writing...here's just a snippet of what I got done tonite:

“You’re like a little kid at a toy festival. There are a ton of stands and plenty of food. Don’t worry, Sam. You’ll get your fill of ribs,” and with that he reached down and laced his fingers through hers.

“Well, they are my favorite food,” she shrugged as they made their way towards the now longer line to buy their ticket. Samantha stood by his side as they waited their turn to get their wrist band. Samantha stood silently glancing through the crowd to see if any of the lady’s from her woman’s coffee club had shown up yet. As she was glancing around she heard a comment that grabbed her attention.

“I said no, Maria, if you ask me again we’ll get back on that bus and go right on home so we can have a proper discussion about it,” a man’s voice spoke soft but not soft enough to not be over heard. Especially, when Samantha was standing beside him in the next line. It wasn’t so much what the man had said, but more how he had said it. To someone else it may have sounded that he was chastising a child, but she knew that tone. She knew the pitch, the wording, and the meaning behind it.

2009-07-08T20:06:00.000-07:00

She was standing in the far right corner of the room when he walked into their bedroom. He stood in the doorway just looking at her, getting his fill of her beauty. Even when he was angry with her, and was ready to administer a punishment he could look at her through loving eyes. Her beauty was never wasted with him.

She had disrobed, her clothing folded neatly on the edge of the bed. Her long brown hair was cascading down her naked back, the soft curls ended at the top of her bottom. She loved having her hair long, but had always kept it cut enough that it did not cover her backside. Her hands were folded neatly on the top of her head, lifting her breasts slightly. He let his eyes roam down to her rear end, and he noticed the slight shifting of her bare feet. His stare made her uncomfortable, he smiled to himself, he would look at her all he wanted before getting down to business. Her cheeks were perfectly round, much to his liking. Her skin was unblemished, silky white. He would soon change that, he thought as he hooked his thumb into his belt and leaned against the doorjamb.

"I'll give you the floor first," his voice boomed into the silent room. She didn't jump at the sound of his voice as she had known he was there the entire time. "Explain yourself now because once we start there will be more discussion," his voice was hard.

"I don't think I have an explanation that would suit you," she commented softly from the corner, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"No? There isn't much to be said now? You had plenty to say over dinner. You mentioned how you are free woman, and you can and will do as you please. Remember, how you bellowed from across the room as you stomped your way up the stairs that you would do as you please, when you pleased?" he kept his tone even as he recounted the last comments she had hurled at him as she made her way up to their room.

"I was upset," she whispered, he knew that she was now calm enough to see the error of her actions but that was not the whole of the matter.

"Why were you upset? Because I said no to buying a new car right now? We don't have the money for a higher monthly payment, your car is perfectly fine, and..you know...it doesn't really matter," he shook his head at himself. "I'm not going to defend my decision to you. We decided together a long time ago who was going to be making these decisions. The decision has been made." he pushed himself off of the door jam and walked over to where his wife was still standing. He looked at her profile, she was frowning. "Are you scared?" he asked with a tinge of guilt tugging at him, his words had been a bit harsher then he had intended.

"No," she answered softly.

"Go over to the bed and get into position," he directed her after pausing for a moment to assure himself that she was not fearful of what was coming. She nodded slightly, turned, and walked gently to the bed. He watched as she pulled the large pillows from beneath the comforter and piled them in the center of their massive bed.

She climbed onto the bed, not looking towards him, and laid herself over the pillows so that her bottom was propped up into the air. She reached her hands over her head and nestled a smaller pillow beneath her cheek before reaching upwards again and gripping the thick posts of the headboard.

He walked to the other side and sat beside her on the bed, wrapping his left arm around her waist and pulling her bottom slightly towards him. He then rested his right hand on her bare cheeks, and felt the chill on her skin.

"We tried the 50/50 decision making, didn't we?" he asked as he traced her bottom lightly with his fingertips.

"Yes," she answered keeping her face turned from him.

"Were you happy that way?" he prompted.

"No," she sighed.

"What was it you asked me five years ago?" he turned to look at the back of her head and knew that she was probably blushing at the memory.

"I asked you to take the lead, to punish...." she took a deep breath. "To punish me when I was behaving badly,"

"And do you think you've behaved badly tonight?" he continued his questions as he rested his hand now on the back of her thigh.

"Yes, I did,"

"Explain, please," he began to run her bottom roughly with his hand and she knew he was almost ready to begin.

"I asked you to make the big decisions, to be the tie breaker, and when I didn't get my way this evening, I acted like a spoiled little brat," she spoke so fast that he almost didn't catch everything that she had said. He smiled to himself and nodded.

"That's right. And what is going to happen now?"

"You are going to spank me," she whispered into the pillow.

"That's right," and with that announcement he brought his hand down onto her waiting bottom. She gripped the posts of the bed harder as he continued to move the swats all around her round backside. He held tightly to her waist, to keep his target fully in his view.

He watched as her milky white skin began to change into a rosy pink. He could hear the rhythmical sound of his hand making contact with her cheeks and he began to move his aim lower to the tops of her thighs. He was nothing if not thorough. He would not move onto the harder punishment until he was sure her bottom was warmed up enough to take it.

She began to wiggle a bit in his grasp as he intensified the spanking. He could hear her soft yelps between the slapping sound of hand meeting flesh and he looked over his shoulder to find her face buried in the pillow.

"You will behave like a proper lady should behave," he paused for a moment to speak. He laid his hand on her now crimson cheek and felt the heat there. "When I make a decision for our family, it is in the best interest of us, not my own greed. You have no real need for a car right now." he emphasized his statement with a harsh slap to her thigh and was rewarded with a slight kick of her leg. He quickly gave her ten more swats, five to each cheek, before standing up from the bed.

She turned her head to the side and looked at him only for a moment. She saw him begin to unbuckle his belt and she closed her eyes and turned away again. She heard the metal latch opening and the belt being pulled free from it's loops. She cringed as she imagined in her mind him folding the belt over in his hand and now standing beside the bed with it loosely dangling at his side.

"I will not have my wife having a fit because I have told her no to a new toy. You promised to be obedient and I have promised to punish you when you are not," he reminded her. "You will be getting ten with the belt. Count them," he ordered and before she had time to brace herself she felt the wicked leather lash against her skin.

"ONE!" she yelled out and pulled on the headboard as she threw her head back and yelped when the belt once again slammed against her thighs. "TWO!!!" she rested her face into the pillow and awaited the third blow.

"It is not just that you threw a fit that is so upsetting to me. But, that you actually thought having one would change my mind," he spoke now softly. "You though to manipulate my decision with your behavior. Is that how you should act?"

"No," she shook her head into the pillow. "I agreed that you would make these kinds of decisions," she agreed with him. "I acted like a a greedy child, and I"m sorry," she looked back at him now with remorse in her eyes. He knew that she did truly regret her actions, but had promised 10 licks and she was going to get each and every one of them. He nodded, to let her know that he had heard her and he brought the belt down again. "THREE!!.......FOUR.....FIVE!"

Her body tensed with each stroke of the belt, each new sting brought about a new sensation to her mind. She was focused on accepting her punishment from him now. She had earned it and she decided to take it with as much dignity that she could muster. "SIX!" she straightened her legs out and tensed her bottom in preparation for the last four strokes.

"Open your legs," he commanded when he saw the way she was positioned. She groaned into the pillow and slid her legs open until each foot was touching the edge of the bed. There was no clenching now, no protecting her bottom from the lashing he was giving her. "SEVEN....EIGHT...NINE..." she took a deep breath and braced herself for the last stroke. His aim was true, "TEN!!!" the belt landed directly onto the tops of her thighs, where most of the spanking had been aimed.

She stayed in position, keeping her legs open, her hands now resting next to the head board. She kept her head down on the pillow and was softly crying. He sat next to her and laid his hand on her back and let her cry. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't overly hurt, but that the tears were her release. He looked down at the bottom he had been admiring not more then 30 minutes prior. Long gone was the milky white round bottom he had been staring at. Left now was a bright, red, raw backside that had been properly thrashed. He wanted to rub some of the sting away but didn't allow himself.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly as he ran his hand over the back of her head gently. She nodded and pulled herself up to her knees. He had barely opened his arms before she threw herself into them, tossing them both back onto the bed.

"I'm so sorry," she sniffled as he hugged her to his chest. She laid with her head on him as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I know," he kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," he smiled.

"You love me," she stated matter of factly.

"You love me, too," he chuckled and reached behind him and turned off the side table lamp........

2009-07-03T18:20:00.000-07:00

The evening was coming to a close. Each child was nestled safely in their beds, the dishes were tucked away nicely in the washer awaiting their evening wash cycle to begin, and the laptop was shut down and back on it's shelf.

Melanie brushed her hair and teeth and made one more sweep of the living room before going to find her husband and say good-night. She found him leaning over the sink in the washroom examining his cheeks. She smiled over the face he was making as he stretched out his cheek to look for any blemishes. He was perfect to her but he performed the same routine each night.

“Go upstairs and pick something out for tonight,” he stated as he looked at her through the mirror. She pushed off the door frame and looked at him with confusion in her eyes. “For your punishment tonight,” he added when she didn't move.

“But-”

“And, I wouldn't suggest bringing me a feather or any other crap like that,” he half smiled at her. She sighed heavily and decided not to argue with him. He was being serious and there was no talking her way out of the situation. He had told her what to expect that night.

She had known he was upset with her earlier in the evening. She had deliberately disobeyed him. She had offered to take their toddler girls shopping for nail polish and he had said no. He had not suggested that she not, he hadn't simply said he disagreed. He had said "NO"and he had meant it. Melanie thought he was being foolish and went ahead and let the girls pick out their own color. Purple, of course, no other color would do. She had smiled when they insisted on the purple color, as they had been quite serious about it.

Her oldest daughter had proudly shown her husband the color she had picked. He glared at Melanie then, and she knew she was in for it. He patted the girls on their heads and agreed that it was a very pretty color. He had looked to Melanie who had suddenly busied herself with getting ready for her evening out and said, “We will talk about this when you get home,” and he had left it at that.

Melanie went out about her evening out with her friend. She hadn't been out in ages and she wasn't about to let an impending punishment ruin it for her. When she returned home he had suggested they watch a movie together. She was relieved and was more the willing to get the laptop out and bring it to the living room so they could snuggle on the couch while they watched their movie.

She should have known he wasn't going to forget what she had done. Obedience meant a lot to him. He didn't ask for much from her, respect and obedience. They went hand in hand, he often explained to her.

Melanie headed up to their bedroom slowly trying to think of which implement she would pick. She didn't like picking, he had never made her pick before and she was not enjoying the situation. If she picked something too soft would he over rule her and then get something much more harsh? If she picked something too harsh would he still use it because she had chosen it?
Standing in the bedroom for a moment it came to her. Wood. She reached between the mattresses and felt around until she felt the cold wooden handle that she was looking for. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a long wooden paddle much like ones used in fraternity houses. She took a deep breath and headed down the stairs again.

Her husband was right where she had left him. She stood in the doorway again, the paddle in hand, and she happened to see a hairbrush on the counter of the sink. She quickly swiped it up, too, thinking that it would make a great way to warm up the spanking, if he chose to.

“OK, go into the living room,” he had directed her without looking at her. She didn't hesitate but instead hurried into the living room, wanting it all to be over with.

Their were no misconceptions in their marriage. He set certain rules and she was to obey them. If he said no to a purchase or to anything she was obey his decree. She had not this time, and had disobeyed willfully.

She laid the paddle and the brush on the little table next to the couch and sat down and waited. She wasn't left alone long. He walked into the room and dimmed the lights.

“We are going to do something a little bit different tonight,” he announced as he stood before her. “Tonight you are going tell me how the spanking goes. You will pick what we use, how hard I use it and for how long. First, though, I want you to tell me why we are here in the first place."

“Because I bought the polish even though you told me not, too.” she answered softly, not bringing her eyes to meet his. She felt so foolish having to relay her crime to him.

“And why is that wrong?”

“Because you said not to,” she said again.

“OK, bend over. That's all I'm going to say, you have it from here,” he said as he stepped up to the couch. She took a deep breath and climbed onto the couch on all fours and leaned over the arm. “Pick your head up,” he said when she was staring down at the floor. She thought to tell him that he had said he wasn't going to say anything else, but thought better of it.

“So?” he prodded when she remained silent.

“The brush,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear her. He picked it up and bounced it off his free hand a few times before he laid his left hand on her back.

“I wont' go harder until you tell me to,” he promised and he began to softly spank her over her pajama pants. She almost laughed at how absurdly gentle he was being but instead tried to take the situation serious.

“Harder,” she whispered and he intensified the strokes just a bit. She waited a minute then once again repeated “Harder,” and he followed her lead.

“This is all you think you deserve for disobeying me like that?” he nudged as he continued to rein down the spanks to her bottom. He was careful to cover her entire bottom evenly with the wide hairbrush.

“Harder,”

“What about that paddle, you don't think you deserve that?” he asked as he strengthened the swats.

Melanie let him continue with the spanking at just that strength, willing herself to ask him to use the paddle. She felt her face start to blush at the mere thought of it She put her hand up to pause the spanking and sat back on her heels for a second, pulled her PJ pants down and got back into position.

“OK..the paddle,” she chocked out and buried her face into the couch cushion.

She heard him turn and drop the brush onto the table and the paddle be picked up. She then felt the cold wood against her already warmed bottom. She tensed and waited for the first stroke, but he was true to his word. He again was slapping her bottom softly with the paddle.

“Harder,” she heard herself saying before she thought better of it. While he was concentrating on where the swats were landing she was concentrating one two things. She, first, was counting the strokes in her mind, thinking that she could take 50 strokes at each intensity. She was also thinking about why she found herself in that situation.

She didn't agree with him about the nail polish. That didn't matter, she was beginning to realize as he intensified the strokes at her request. It wasn't that she didn't agree that was the problem, the problem was that he specifically told her not to do something and she did it anyway. She knew he would be upset and that didn't deter her from her course of action. She thought about all the times she wished he'd be more dominating, more firm with her, and here had been the perfect opportunity for her to submit to his decision and she had failed.

“Harder,” she mumbled and he brought the paddle down more firmly than before. She realized that she had blown this opportunity to be obedient but that was the beauty about spanking within their marriage. That once this spanking was over the slate was wiped clean. She would be able to have another chance to do as she's told, to be the wife she wished to be.

Her backside was hot, the sting from each stroke only intensified the heat. She continued to count the strokes in her head and willed herself to stay in place. She again upped the strength and she forced herself to stay still for at least 25 more strokes.

Her husband covered her entire bottom. He would concentrate on her thighs for a few strokes then move up towards the thick of her bottom. When he was satisfied with that level of redness he moved a bit higher and then began all over again, in his routine. She was beginning to wiggle a bit and he had placed a calm hand on the small of her back to soothe her.

He had know this would be a hard punishment for her. She was in control of it but he knew that she was always harder on herself then he was. He was already satisfied that she had learned her lesson but he would not stop the spanking until she asked him to.

He had not long to wait, after a few more strokes at the harshest strokes she put her hand in the air and called an end to the spanking. He dropped the paddle to his side and just looked at her. She was laying over the arm of the couch catching her breath.

“I'm sorry,” she softly said before leaning back again on her heels.

“What?” he asked as he reached out to her and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he was relieved to see that she wasn't crying.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bought the polish. I should have done what you said, whether or not I agree isn't the issue,” she explained as she gently ran her hand over her very sore bottom.

“That's right,” he smiled down at her.

“I'm sorry,” she said again and chanced a look up at him. He was so sincere in his smile, Such warmth was in his eyes as he nodded.

“It's OK. All over now. Up to bed with you....the punishment is over...but we still have some things to do..” he wiggled his eyebrows and she giggled slightly and took only a moment to jump off the couch and run up the stairs... her PJ pants were left behind.....

Introduction

2009-06-27T04:59:00.000-07:00

One thing that I have always wanted to be is a writer. Ever since I was able to put a few words together to make a sentence I have had the longing to write. As a child I used my "play" typewriter to pound out short story after short story. In high school I aced our creative writing class (that was finally offered my senior year) because it was more of a play period than a class for me. I was also the only freshman in my college class that was writing a historical romance novel. I just love it! It's a true passion of mine.

However, as the years have passed, the children have come the mortgage was due, life happened and the writing got shelved. I made one or two attempts at professional publication and when that didn't pan out as planned I just pushed it further back on the shelf. After all, the kids need food and shelter....my job came first and if there was time I'd write a bit.

Recently, I've opened a little store front at Lulu.com and have minimal success with it. However, I have found that I need to work on my skills a bit. My goal for this blog is to use it as my little journal. I plan on posting some full works (mostly short stories of the DD genre) and some little blurbs that have passed through my mind. My current blog Measha's Musings is really my journal about my DD journey and I wanted a new outlet for my creative side...so I've opened up this blog. I will also post when a new story or book (I have a collection series almost ready for publication) is available at my store front. Mostly, though I'm going to be using this blog as my writing workshop...and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I plan on enjoy writing for it!

Measha